Showing posts with label social. Show all posts
Showing posts with label social. Show all posts

Thursday, 3 May 2012

Video: social experiment


Quand’ero piccola mi rifugiavo sotto il fico nel giardino dei nonni e giocavo a mamma casetta. Mi dava un senso di libertà che ho perso strada facendo.

In de kleuterschool hield ik van huppelen en tekende ik regenbogen en zonnestralen. Kon ik maar weer kind zijn.

In London – the big city – I felt like a tiny grown-up. Vulnerable and empowered at the same time.

Three different settings. Three different impressions of one and the same person, who grew up speaking three languages but can’t seem to identify with a single one of them. In a previous post (read it here) I explained my background and my journey through the world of languages. Today I want to start a series of social experiments with my readers. Ready for the challenge?

Below you will find a video of me. It’s a short compilation of spontaneous spoken language. The aim of this first experiment is not to judge the way I look or the way I edited the video (I’m new to this), but to explore how you are perceived based on the language you speak. What if you speak more than one language? Do people see you as one and the same person or do they feel you change according to the language you're speaking at a particular point in time? As a trilingual person, I sometimes feel like three different people moulded into one.


Imagine us meeting in Italy and me speaking Italian. What would be your first impression of me? Would you feel the same way if we met in Malta with me speaking English or in Belgium with me speaking Dutch?

Does my tone change? Do I sound more confident in one of these three languages? Does your perception of me change based on the language I speak?

Leave your comments below. A detailed discussion will follow.

Sunday, 15 April 2012

Speaking of art...


I’m going to contradict myself today. I’m a woman, that’s what we do. So bear with me please.

Yesterday I mentioned that for me art is anything but replication. Today I’m going to show you one of my paintings, which adorns my tiny office corner. It’s my personal adaptation of Mondrian’s style, with my favourite colours. Yes, kind of a replica.

It’s not that I didn’t have the creativity to come up with something myself. I simply wanted to bring a Mondrianesque feel into my house. A splash of colour, a dash of symmetry and… some puzzled looks. Yes, I am aware of the fact that not everything adds up. I did that on purpose. I like it when artworks have a hint of the unexpected. My work is not unique. It’s not extraordinary. But I do love and cherish it, because it shows who I am and it translates my humility. I don’t see myself as an artist and I’m certainly not progressive. I’m a woman in search of the meaning of life. Through all life has to offer. Looking at a painting and feeling an instant connection is such an emotional experience. Art “makes sense” if it does precisely that. It needn’t be a positive emotion. Controversy and anger are equally good.

When speaking of art, there is one thing that truly upsets me: it being perceived as limited to a niche audience. I feel art should be accessible to everyone, regardless of age, gender or social background. I happen to live in an area with quite a few art galleries. A few times a month I witness fancy cars pull up in front of those perfectly painted doors flanked by expensive flower pots. Men in pinstriped suits standing on the pavement sipping champagne, showing off their trophy wives and chattering about anything but art. Is that what it’s all about? Are exhibition openings nothing but the perfect occasion to show off that new Gucci cocktail dress with matching Prada bag? A way to blend in with the nouveaux riches? It seems to me that in our society art is the key to acceptance in higher social circles. Sad but true.

Mondrianesque
The making of.